Saturday afternoon we attended a birthday party on the beach. One of my friends was telling me about a raffle or event coming up at her church and Cajun Stitchery offered to donate a set of 4 embroidered napkins for the cause. That evening the napkins were embroidered. We used a seahorse motif in beachy colors.
Friday night we had embroidered a set of napkins for a neighbor. He was so funny about the napkins. He and I worked on the computer helping him select the perfect design of his choice and the best colors and in the end he was pleased as punch.
Sunday we went to the Fairhope Arts & Craft Festival and had a wonderful time. Several people from the neighborhood went and we met up with George's sister. We were hungry for lunch but the rest of the group wanted to look at the crafts and not stop to eat. So, George, his sister and I split from the other group and went to eat, then look at crafts, listen to music, and see all of the sights. We even went into the Fairhope Museum and learned the history of Fairhope. All in all it was a wonderful day.
By the time we got home, we sat down to chill out and watch a movie. We fell asleep on the sofas. Evie, our labrador retriever, kept trying to get me up. I kept pushing her away and she would grab my hand and jostle it. Well, there was no waking me up. When I finally did get up, I immediately noticed the back door was open. George was also asleep on the sofa and as I jumped up, I woke him up and told him. It all took a second to happen. We both ran to the back door. All three of our cats were outside. Our cats are all indoor cats. They've had their front claws removed. Tigger and Sylvester were sitting on our deck, close to the back door, looking very bewildered. Tigger, who was a stray kitten and begged to come into our family, wanted no part of outdoor life and ran right back into the house. I guess he was afraid that we would close the door and he wouldn't be able to get back in. Sylvester, our tuxedo cat, has never been outside other than on walks with us while we carry him, also looked as though he didn't know what he was doing there and ran into the house. Then there is Polly, the little manx cat. Polly was on the lawn near the deck, perfectly content to do her own thing. While the other two cats would have long term emotional disorders if left outside without a means of returning to the climate controlled house, Polly, on the other hand, is curious about everything and insists on having everything her own way. The other two will come to their names. Polly knows her name but will come when she darn well feels like it. George went around one side of the deck; I went around the other. George knelt down to call Polly and she bolted. Luckily, she bolted into my arms, but almost through my arms. George said the NFL would be on our doorsteps recruiting me had they seen the tackle I made on that cat. Even at that she nearly slipped through my arms.
All's well that ends well, and all of the cats were retrieved and back in the house. But, I must say how pleased I am with the dogs. Apparently, while Evie was trying to wake me up, Stinky was working on George. They knew something was wrong. We just didn't close the back door tight and the wind must have blown it open. Last night our dogs got special treats for the heroes that they are.
C'est toute, mes amis.
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